It is not
just the sunrise that is glorious,
In its
wake,
In all
its beauty,
If
someone asked me,
I would
choose you any day.
Why are
you associated with the end,
When in
fact,
you are the reason for the birth of this poetry.
I look at
you,
I feel
absolutely elated at the sight of you,
I want to
memorize you.
I might
have just seen you yesterday,
But I
have to see you today as well,
As though
if I don't, you might just go away.
There is
this ephemeral feeling about you,
You
descend ever so slowly,
That
slight melancholy in the background
I don't
really want you to go,
But it
hardly ever feels and you've disappeared.
But I can survive it,
While the skies turn pink and orange in your glory,
You're
the very precursor to so much more beauty,
The
crescent moon and the beautiful stars.
I look
into the horizon,
With a
mind that knows no more happiness,
I know you will be back tomorrow,
When I
will not be able to resist looking at you.
I shall wait for you, my dear sunset,
For as
long as you promise to turn up right there for me.
( I don't know if it is the Hyderabad winter sunsets or that I can look into the horizon here with no buildings blocking me or that I began to leave office when there is actually a semblance of sunlight, but somehow I got obsessed with the sky when the sun sets. I went to Udaipur and again, the beautiful sunset came following me. I never really take photographs. But sunsets; you'll find dozens of those on my phone. Leaving you with what I believe to be one of the best sunset pictures I have)
